“So much for the vacation,” she said.
“In three, two, one.”
“This is Carmen Taylor, coming to you live from The City Diner on Broadway; the sight of a triple homicide and you know what?” Carmen paused for effect. “I was involved.”
“Ms. Taylor?” Detective Harmon said and her lawyer touched her hand to get her attention.
“I’m sorry, detective. What did you say?”
“Am I boring you, Ms. Taylor?”
“Not at all,” Carmen said.
“You said that was when you shot him. Why did you shoot him?”
“So he wouldn’t get away.”
“One shot, back of the head.” Harmon sat back in his chair. “That was good shooting.”
Carmen shrugged her shoulders. “Lucky shot.”
“I don’t believe that for a second, Ms. Taylor. You saved my partner’s life, remember? Or was that a lucky shot too?” Harmon paused. “The point is this. You shot him in the back of the head. That means that when you shot him, he was leaving, and you weren’t in any danger.”
Her lawyer put his hand on Carmen’s stopping her from responding. “Is there a question you’d like to ask, detective?”
“Tell me again how it happened after the gunman came in.”
“I didn’t really pay him any attention when he first came in.”
“When did you first notice him?”
“I noticed him look around and then he walked up to Katana, raised his gun and shot her twice in the head.”
“What did you do then?”
“I took out my gun.”
“Why?”
“To protect myself.”
“Go on, Ms. Taylor.”
“Larry screamed and then the man shot him twice in the chest. Then he turned to me and I fired.”
“And your shot hit him in the back of the head.”
“Like I said, it was a lucky shot.”
Chapter Five
Jada was looking out the window at the dazzling view of the rising sun from her suite at The Peninsula Hotel. Since the new management didn’t know that it was her and Shy that shot up the Salon de Ning, they welcomed Jada back with opened arms.
It was after eight o'clock and Jada still hadn’t heard anything from Carmen and that worried her. She had killed a man and then left Carmen to face the police. But she knew that Carmen was right when she insisted that she leave. Her lawyer, Patrick Freeman was working hard to get the promoting and compelling prostitution charges against her dropped. Jada knew that regardless of the circumstances, the police would cha
rge her with manslaughter. Despite that, when Jada left the diner, she still felt badly about leaving her friend.
Jada stepped away from the window and began pacing around the spacious Fifth Avenue suite that once suited her needs perfectly, with its expansive living room, elegant dining room, majestic master bedroom, gourmet kitchen and private study. Now, it just seemed too big and empty as she waited for her phone to ring.